"Ouch" was what I always said
Although not aloud, but in my head
Being bullied is no easy task
"When will I die?" I'd always ask
To them it's just mere fun
Amusement, entertainment
But to me, it's "When will I last see the sun?"
As they knock me down onto the pavement
Physically and mentally they attack
Then over my head goes a sack
I feel something put against my head
"So now I die" I finally said
Um yeah so that's just a poem I made today.
It's about being bullied, and the bullies take it too far.
Constructive criticism please? Maybe some tips for poetry?
Thanks.


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